Mollified, though doubtful, his father scratched his face through his thick beard. “Well, you tell him to leave you alone.”
“I will, Papa.”
The following day, Thorgil warned Brice that the adults were on to him and that he needed to be more careful about showing all the things he had.
“I talked to ‘em,” Brice said.
“Talked to who?”
“The elves,” he replied with a confident grin.
Thorgil’s jaw dropped. “You actually talked to them?”
“Yup. They’re really nice. There was three of ‘em ‘bout your age. They was tall as I’ve ever seen.”
“What did they say?”
“They asked if there was any more of the carvings ‘cause they like them the best. Said there weren’t a elf known who could carve like that.”
Thorgil’s pride grew and he was about to say he would make more when his father came up
